Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 373 Exchange of Sons
"The elements are singing."

The dragon's wings spread out, allowing Rean to float in mid-air.

He doesn't fly very high, but he can provide enough vision for the entire team.

The large black bird at a higher altitude can provide a third and fourth layer of surrounding vision. For this makeshift team, disaster can come from any direction, including their feet, so a clear view without blind spots is extremely important at this time.

Rean could offer more than just that.
"Overlooking the world."

The borrowed eagle-eye ability allowed it to transcend the limitations of three dimensions, and the higher-dimensional overhead view enabled it to avoid various obstacles.

The black bird that glided close to the ground even provided a glimpse into the shallow underground.

The various levels of 3D and elemental perspectives allowed Rean to experience an alternative God's-eye view.

A multidimensional and multifaceted perspective converged in Rean's mind, and the overwhelming amount of information gave him a splitting headache.

This place should have been unable to withstand the pressure long ago. However, the high concentration of elemental tides allowed extraordinary life forms to reach a higher limit at this moment.

“The elements, they actually have emotions. They are joyful, singing, and reveling.” Rean’s dragon veins have been fully activated.

The dragon's heart, with each breath, bestows upon it a continuous source of magic, which in turn transforms it into "feed" for the elemental dance. The moment it exhales its magic, the elemental tides sing around it, lifting it up and making it feel as if it were omnipotent.

The beast's heart, hanging on his chest, gave him a continuous source of life force, granting him near-limitless stamina and self-healing ability. Even if he overexerted himself and caused damage to his body, brain, and blood vessels, the damage would instantly heal itself.

Whether beasts or dragons, they are all ancient species that lived during the era of the elemental tides. When massive elemental tides surged, ancient genes were activated, and a large number of previously restricted magic modules were released. What sang was not only the elements, but also the flesh and blood of the ancient species that craved more nutrients.

Rean stretched out his hand. The "Elemental Manipulation" ability he had just obtained from the third-ring mage was perhaps just a common nature of high-level magical creatures. He could feel that as long as he closed his palms, fire elements would gather into a ball in his hand.

As an ancient species, casting spells doesn't need to be as laborious and complicated as a mage's; they can simply follow their instincts.
"Warlocks are the stage for geniuses, while mages are the path for the untalented to surpass the geniuses."

Rean subconsciously recalled a common saying in the world of mages: But if the one trying to surpass is not a warlock mixed with some dragon blood, but a true dragon or even an ancient dragon, is it really possible to surpass them?
"Yes, but those who can reach that level are probably only the ancient ones. You can look forward to the ancient wizards and mages in the Thousand-Faced Dragon; some of them can be compared to gods."

The silent deity provided guidance, watching all of this unfold without offering guidance or interfering.

The scene before him reminded him of the past. As a member of the Primal Ancient Species, the bloodline of the Thousand-Faced Dragon could only manifest its true nature during high-elemental tides.

He even saw the "Seven" envoys further away through the Black Hawk's "vision".

It was also because of the struggles of these special envoys that He sighed even more. "Seven" was still as excessive as ever. These great mages had already completed their tasks ahead of schedule when they arrived here.

Magic is the art of manipulating, controlling, and mastering the elements. It is a technique summarized based on rules, data, and reality. Therefore, obtaining information and data on elemental tides is a prerequisite for the stable use of magic.

They were supposed to be collecting local elemental tide data, but now they themselves have become the elemental tide data.

Their corpses, remains, mutated souls, and records of uncontrolled magic will all become the most direct data on elemental tides, serving as samples of the impact of the new era's elemental waves on spellcasters.

As one of the ancient deities and one of the old acquaintances of "Seven", He understands "Seven's" style of prioritizing efficiency above all else. Perhaps behind these unfortunate souls, there is another group of collectors who are more trustworthy and are the real "hydrological collectors".

Even if that sapphire dragon hadn't distorted the ley lines, the real gatherers would most likely have done something.

Compared to indirect hydrological data, complete data on the loss of control from several mages is naturally more effective.

They would take away all sorts of data and compare it with past historical records to determine which spell system from the Great Library to use to deal with this demonic tide. He didn't hide anything from Rean; a well-prepared, experienced mage with data is extremely powerful and adaptable to any environment. But how this data, which came as quickly as possible, was obtained was not important to them.

"...discarded trash, troublemakers who might cause problems, and fools who have gone astray, and oh, and two world traitors who colluded with the Outer Gods."

He has seen through everything.

But He hesitated.
"Rean, there is a mage apprentice in the southwest. If you are able, please help him."

"What?"

As the team's compass, Rean is racing against time to move forward. Asking him to take a detour at this point? At least give us a plausible explanation.

"They have valuable data. You can use this opportunity to establish a relationship with the Kingdom of Mages, and even get them to owe you a big favor. This will be very helpful to your current goals."

"Hmm, anything else?" Although it sounded good, Rean felt it wasn't enough.

When you're about to die, is it because you want to live too long to do favors for others?
"She is a descendant of the dragon, the Thousand-Faced Dragon, probably around the fourth or fifth generation."

Rean fell silent. This...this could be considered his descendant? The other party should be much older than him.

"Shh!"

Rean whistled, and a black hawk changed direction.

Since we're "relatives," I'll help if I can, and don't blame me if I can't.
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"You troublemaker, you impolite outsider who didn't come in person, die!"

The mages from the "great power" were completely caught off guard when the sapphire dragon emerged from the shadows.

Having exchanged information with that heroic spirit, they were prepared to deal with anything. The alchemists had even begun to concoct dragon poison and dragon-slaying arrows. But the prerequisite was still to give them enough time.

An hour, half an hour, or even five minutes will do, at least restore its precise spellcasting ability at the first and second rings.

Unfortunately, the dragon of war had already set its sights on these uninvited visitors.

He was still injured, but as a "player," he couldn't possibly miss such a good opportunity.

In strategy games, when you have a chance to launch a surprise attack and force a piece exchange...
"Kill the strongest and most difficult piece first!" So it found the second group of outsiders with whom it had no grudge.

The mages' power became the reason for their hatred, and the wounded dragon found them immediately.

"Boom!" When the first archmage was forced to self-destruct, it seemed that everything was beyond saving.

The seemingly fierce dark elf knights, mages, and priests all turned tail and ran. Some of them even took the opportunity to attack the mages. After the powerful dragons suppressed the local tyrants, they had to consider the possibility of being devoured.

Inside the carriage, the Dragon Mage's dragon lineage disciples were trembling with fear.

"Don't come looking for me, teacher! Help me!"

(End of this chapter)